Boyfriend next door 6 3.8 (35)

It took a couple minutes for me to catch my breath up at the surface. My mother and Mrs. K seemed quite excited about having had me in that underwater sandwich while mom was kissing me. Kristin was thrilled about having deeply kissed her father during our unusual breath-holding contest. In fact, she was quite excited about everything, despite having her wrists cuffed behind her back like mine were.

Thankfully, Mrs. K had stroked me and had made me cum. I was hoping my cock would stay soft for a while. But that went right out the window the moment my crazy girlfriend blurted out, “Mom, isn’t it time we all got naked?”

Mrs. K smiled. “That’s a good idea.” Then she turned to my mother and asked, “What do you think, Natalie?”

“Whatever you decide,” my mom replied with a smile. “After all, it’s your backyard pool.”

Kristin excitedly blurted out, “We always go naked on bondage night! It’s a rule; right, mom?”

“Is that so?” mom asked Mrs. K with amusement.

“Only if you’re up for it, Natalie.”

My girlfriend enthusiastically replied, “Oh, she’s up for it; right, Natalie? Now we get to hold our breath naked!” I just gave Kristin an anguished, ‘why-are-we-going-this-route?’ look.

Mom promptly shed her bikini pieces. I tried not to stare. Then Mrs. K shed hers as well.

Mr. K was quick to get out of his speedos. That left Kristin and I. But I knew I was going to be out of my speedos in record time.

We weren’t up at the surface that long. We were told to take a big breath. Then Mrs. K pulled me down as Mr. K pulled down his daughter.

We were yanked all the way to the bottom, bubbles trickling out of our noses. Mrs. K rapidly worked me out of my speedos. My cock sprang free and immediately stiffened despite having just cum a few minutes ago.

Kristin’s dad quickly got her out of her bikini pieces. Once we were naked, they started caressing us all over. Mom submerged to watch, and was immediately waved in closer.

Mrs. K was all over me, her hands touching everything as she kissed me. Kristin kissed her father as he touched her the same way. Mom helped fondle my submerged girlfriend before coming over to caress me.

It was shamefully erotic. Naturally, my cock hardened right up. But I was too busy kissing Mrs. K and feeling her tongue down my throat to think much about it.

I felt hands on my ass as another hand stroked my erection. I didn’t know who was touching what. The thought of mom being overly handsy with me was both arousing and embarrassing.

I’m not sure how long we were down holding our breath. Kristin and I were finally hauled back up. We panted for breath up at the surface before it was time to go back down.

This time, Mr. K took me under as Mrs. K took down her daughter. We ended up at the bottom, kissing again. Mom was right there touching and observing us until I felt my cock and ass getting groped again.

It was a long breath-hold before we were allowed back up. We came up gasping like crazy. That’s when Kristin blurted out, “Wow; that was hot!”

Mrs. K smiled as she told my mother, “It’s about this time during bondage night when we really start having fun.”

Mom was intrigued. “Oh? What kind of fun?”

Mrs. K turned to her husband and smiled. “Let’s show Natalie what kind of fun we like to have underwater, dear.” That’s when she warned me, “You’d better get a really big breath, Jason.”

Kristin gave me a knowing look as we both inhaled deeply. Then Mrs. K took me down as Mr. K took down his daughter. Mom got a big breath before coming down to observe.

Mrs. K kissed me all over. Then she worked her way down my quivering body until she came to my twitching, saluting member. She kissed and licked it before she grabbed on and started stroking me.

Next to me, Kristin’s dad was kissing and sucking on her nipples. I saw her moan and bubble as he fingered her slit. Then he worked his way down to her crotch. Naturally, Kristin parted her legs for him.

Mrs. K licked and kissed the tip of my shaft as she stroked me while cupping my balls. Then she slowly took me into her mouth. She began giving me a gentle sucking as her husband licked her moaning, bubbling daughter.

You should have seen mom’s face. I thought she was going to be shocked. Instead, she began excitedly touching herself as she released bubbles out of her nose.

I don’t know how long we were submerged. Mrs. K sure knew how to suck me without making me shoot another load. Maybe it’s because I had recently cum and was recharging for another spurting.

Kristin was losing air, and my lungs were heaving. That’s when we were hauled up to the surface. Mom came up with us until we were all up gasping loudly for breath.

“Wow, daddy! You almost made me cum!” He just smiled at his daughter.

I became concerned again when we switched partners. Kristin and I inhaled deeply. Then her mother took her down as Mr. K pulled me to the bottom. Mom eagerly swam down to watch.

Mr. K stroked me as he kissed me. I could just make out Kristin’s mom kissing her while caressing her. My mom watched excitedly as she again touched and caressed herself.

Mr. K kissed down my body as he continued stroking me. He began kissing and licking my shaft. Then he finally took me into his mouth.

Mom’s eyes were open wide as she watched. She rubbed herself hard, and it looked like she was furiously fingering herself. There was nothing I could do to resist, especially since it felt so good.

Next to me, Kristin moaned and bubbled as her mother feasted on her slit. Mom looked back and forth between us, unsure who she wanted to watch more. She really rubbed and fingered herself; I’ve never see her so excited before.

Kristin’s lungs were heaving, and so were mine. We were finally hauled back up to the surface. We popped up and ended up panting like crazy.

Mrs. K smiled at mom before asking, “You ok, Natalie? You seem a little dazed.”

Mom just smiled as she panted, “Never better, Steph.”

“Would you mind taking my place? I need to run into the house for a minute.”

“Sure!”

As Mrs. K climbed out of the pool, Mom got close to Kristin. My girlfriend gasped, “Wow, Natalie! You have no idea how excited I am right now!”

“No more than I am, honey.”

Mr. K looked at me and smiled. “Ready to go back down, Jason?”

I didn’t know what to say. That’s when Kristin blurted out, “Oh, he’s ready, daddy!” So Mr. K counted us down.

We all filled our lungs. Then mom and Mr. K took Kristin and I down. They wasted no time getting right to it.

I watched in shock as mom feasted on Kristin’s slit. My girlfriend moaned and bubbled. She was really enjoying what was being done to her.

Mr. K took me back into his mouth. Then he took his time gently sucking me. When I felt a finger up my ass, it caused my cock to really stiffen between his lips.

I moaned as I lost a few nose bubbles. Next to me, Kristin was wriggling and squirming. Mom looked like she was having the time of her life with her.

Occasionally, she would reach up and grope a breast as her tongue kept working in my girlfriend’s slit. I couldn’t help wondering though. The way she was acting, was it possible mom had done this to Kristin before?

Mr. K gave me a really sensuous blowjob. Occasionally, I felt a finger go up my butt. I was both aroused and embarrassed.

Kristin was leaking more bubbles, so she ran out of breath before I did. That’s when mom took her up to the surface. Mr. K sucked me a few seconds longer before we headed up as well.

We reached the surface and panted like crazy as we got our breath back. Mr. K looked around before observing, “I see my wife’s not back yet.” Then he asked mom, “Would you like to switch?”

Mom smiled sweetly at him. “I don’t see why not. It’s only fair.” That’s when my girlfriend blurted out, “Wow, Natalie! That’s going to be so hot!”

I blushed as mom came over to me. “Ready to hold your breath and beat them, honey?”

“Oh, no!” Kristin blurted out. “Daddy and I are going to beat you both!” Then Mr. K counted us down before I could put up any kind of protest.

There were loud gasps for breath before mom pulled me down. We ended up on the bottom where she started by kissing me. Then she slowly kissed her way down my body until she began kissing the tip of my quivering shaft.

Kristin’s legs were parted, her father feasting on her slit as she looked over at me. That’s when mom took me into her mouth. She began bobbing up and down, taking me deeper until Kristin blurted out a bubbly “That is so hot!”

It was embarrassing as hell. But it was also incredibly erotic. I had no idea mom could suck cock like that. Then it crossed my mind how many times she might have come over to swim and maybe suck Mr. K underwater.

Kristin moaned a bubbly, “Oh, daddy; I’m gonna cum!” That’s when mom cupped and caressed my balls. Then she hungrily bobbed up and down on my shaft.

I felt it swell within me. But shamefully, I couldn’t stop it. Mom glanced over to keep an eye on Kristin. That’s when my girlfriend let out a bubbly cry of “Oh DAA-DEEE!”

She jerked and shuddered in orgasm. Seeing her cum pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t keep from shooting load after load into my mother’s mouth.

Kristin looked over at us and saw cum leaking out past mom’s lips. She let out a bubbly cry of, “Oh, NATALIEEEE!” Then she was cumming again.

Our lungs were aching when we got hauled back to the surface. We panted like crazy to get our breath back. Kristin finally panted, “Wow; that was so hot! I came twice!”

Mom went over to her and kissed her. Then I realized she had opened her mouth to her. Was she sharing my cum with her??

Kristin appeared to gulp it all down. Then she looked at me and grinned. “That was yummy!” she panted. It really made me wonder what all mom had been doing whenever she had come over for a swim.

About that time, I caught sight of Mrs. K. She was back, but I didn’t see anything in her hand. Either she’d come back empty-handed, or she’d put it down somewhere.

“My turn, dear?” she asked Mr. K. He just smiled and moved aside.

Mrs. K jumped into the pool with a splash before coming right over to me. She smiled as she asked, “Ready for a really long breath-hold, Jason?”

I gulped and nodded. Mr. K counted us all down. Then mom and Mrs. K took Kristin and I back to the bottom.

2024 (written Feb 19 ‘24 by riwa)

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Male hanging shorts 4.5 (42)

Hanged at the Circus

My brother and I snuck into a circus in the middle of the night to rob the place. But we were caught by a couple of security guards.

I thought they’d call the cops. But we were tied up and locked in a windowless room for the rest of the night. I had just assumed they would turn us over to the police, and that there would be nothing more than some sort of fine to pay before we were sent on our way.

The next morning, we were hauled before the circus manager. He told us we would have to perform that night as punishment for our crimes. It was to be the last show before the circus moved on to the next town, and he wanted an act the crowd was sure to remember for a long time.

All that day we were kept isolated and in chains. We were not even given anything to eat. We could only wonder what would be expected of us during the evening’s performance before they let us go.

That night, the guards came to get us. To my shock, we were stripped naked, our hands tied behind our backs. Then we were marched into the big top.

The crowd cheered our arrival. It was embarrassing being naked in front of so many people. I had no idea what they expected from us that required us being nude.

Apparently we were the very first act of the evening. We were marched toward a platform in the center of the big top. That’s when I saw two dangling nooses.

What kind of act was this? I didn’t see any safety net. Were they really going to noose us up?

The ringmaster called out to the crowd, “And now for the first performance of the evening!” There was a great roar of anticipation from the spectators. What the hell was this??

The fear and embarrassment made my cock stiffen right up. It had the exact same effect on my brother. It was utterly humiliating.

The guards escorted him up onto the platform first as I stood there watching. They wasted no time noosing him right up. I noticed his cock was shamefully hard and dripping.

There was a dramatic pause. Then I heard the crowd chant, “Hang-Him – Hang-Him – HANG-HIM!” A moment later, my brother was pulled high up into the air.

The crowd roared as he began to kick and dance. His cock bounced and dripped until it spurted. Those who had a good look roared their approval.

I stared in shock and horror as I watched my brother kick in the noose. Then my arm was grabbed. The guard laughingly told me I was next as he dragged me toward the platform.

I could tell how much my brother was suffering by the way he kicked. But his cock stayed incredibly stiff. It was plainly visible to one and all.

I couldn’t understand it. Why was his dick so hard? It was as though his hanging was affecting him in a sexual way.

What’s worse, I felt my cock getting just as hard. I was about to hang naked, just like he was. And yet I was becoming visibly aroused. What was this shameful excitement I was experiencing?

I was taken up onto the platform where the noose was looped over my head. My brother was still in the air, kicking and suffering right next to me. Then the ringmaster motioned at me.

Again the crowd chanted, “Hang-Him – Hang-Him – HANG-HIM!” I felt an erotic jolt as my rope tightened around my neck. Then I was pulled up into the air.

The crowd roared as I swung back and forth right next to my brother. He was slowing down, but I was giving the paying audience a new spectacle to enjoy. That’s when my cock spurted shamefully, which caused a great cheer.

I fought my noose as my brother hung limp beside me. My dick oozed as I exhausted myself. Then I finally hung. We no longer heard the cheers of the crowd.

The show went on. The animals and acrobats came and went. But my brother and I dangled all night long in front of one and all. It seems we truly were the stars of the show. 

5-15-22

Hanging unruly male students

My task is simply to deal with unruly male students at the university. They get sent down to me whenever they become too disruptive. That’s how I first met Jeremy.

The moment he showed up, he defiantly started mouthing off to me. I was none too gentle tying his arms behind his back. Then I gagged and blindfolded him before noosing him up in his clothes.

Their punishment is not designed for a permanent ending, although that happens sometimes. The student suffers quite a bit before they get let down. This often cures them of their antisocial behavior.

I use a thicker noose, so the guys last longer. I think I surprised the hell out of him when I hoisted him up into the air. He kicked like a maniac, suffering for a good twenty minutes. I even noticed a stain that appeared in the crotch of his pants.

I finally let him down and set him free. I told him I was authorized to hang him to death if he kept returning. Next time, he would hang naked. Then I sent him on his way.

Sometimes a student gets hanged twice before they mend their ways. I heard nothing more from Jeremy for a couple of weeks. Then he made another appearance, which was not altogether unexpected.

I was determined this would be the last time we ever set eyes on each other. So I forcibly stripped him out of his clothes. Then he got the gag treatment, although I left the blindfold off.

His cock was already starting to harden when I pulled him up into the air. His dancing was a little less maniacal than the last time. Perhaps he knew what to expect.

This time, I got to see his cock go off. He actually spurted twice during those twenty minutes. Then I brought him down. “Next time you’re down here, you’ll get worse,” I told him before he got dressed and left.

I thought that would be the end of it. But three weeks later, he was back. I angrily asked him why he was in trouble this time. He said nothing.

Strip!” I demanded. He meekly complied. He wasn’t the least bit defiant.

He spoke not a word as I tied his arms behind his back, although his cock started to get hard again. What would be the point in him putting up a protest? He knew why he was here.

He never said a word as I grabbed the rope and hauled him up into the air. I gave him a ten minutes dance. Then I let him down to catch his breath before I hauled him back up for another fifteen.

He kicked and shimmied quite a bit. His cock spurted three different times as I stretched his time in the air to twenty-five minutes in total. Then I let him back down.

I warned him that next time I would humiliate him sexually if he showed up again. He simply nodded as he quietly got dressed before leaving.

Hanging the university students usually leaves me with a raging boner, which I deal with later. I always try to be professional when I hang them. But sometimes I end up taking liberties with certain students. Jeremy turned out to be one of those students.

Three weeks later, Jeremy was back. I violently undressed him, although he was submissive the entire time. Then I roughly tied his arms behind his back.

I noosed him up before forcing him to his knees. I pulled out my cock and fucked his face. There was cum in his mouth, on his lips, and hanging off his cheeks when I pulled him up into the air.

He kicked and danced as I stroked myself. He spurted three times again. But I got to enjoy cumming on his legs. It was only later I learned that he had not been in trouble when he came down to see me.

Jeremy kept showing up every two or three weeks. He always sucks my dick before I hanged him. I even started fucking him up the ass before taking him up into the air.

It was like that with Jeremy for the rest of the school year. I think he liked being strung up. And he certainly seemed to enjoy all those sexual humiliations.

Their hanging fetish

They got together every week to enjoy their hanging fetish. They always took turns with the noose. And they always used hoods.

The one who hanged himself always held onto the rope behind his back, simulating having his arms tied. His friend would suck him as he pulled on the rope while his friend stroked his own dick. Once he came in his friend’s mouth, they would change positions.

One day, they invited me over to observe. I think they enjoyed being watched. I stroked myself while watching them play their hanging games as they took turns.

They were so turned on by my presence that they invited me back. The next week, I was asked to participate. By having a spotter, they could really get into their play.

I put on a hood and tied their wrists behind their backs. I made the first one suck my cock with the noose around his neck. Then I hanged him with a mouthful of my cum still between his lips.

I made his friend suck his cock as he dangled in mid-air. His friend got a mouthful of cum before I let him down and allowed him to finally swallow my load. Then I made them change places.

I noosed the friend and made him suck my cock until he, too, got a mouthful of cum. Then I pulled the friend into the air with my cum still in his mouth. The first one sucked his erection as he dangled. I did not let him down and swallow my 2nd load until the friend gave the first one a load of cream between his lips.

They wanted to play the same game with me the following week. So I showed up, and we did it all over again. The guys were always horny, and loved making me cum in their mouths before I pulled them up into the air.

The next week, they wanted me to hang them both. They had an extra length of rope. And they now had a way to hang side by side.

Both nooses were on pulley systems. I tied them both. Then I made the first one suck me before pulling him up into the air while his friend sucked him.

Afterwards, I let him down. The noose was still around his head as I made his friend suck me. Then I pulled the friend into the air and made the first one suck his friend.

I let him down and was ready to call it a night after hanging them both at least once. But they wanted to play a little more. Now they both wanted to hang together.

I made them both kneel and suck me with their nooses around their heads. I fucked one face and then the other before they both got some of my cum between their lips. Then I pulled them both up onto their toes.

They were side by side as I stroked their cocks. Then I pulled them up into the air at the same time. They both kicked as their cocks spurted. Then I let them down.

They told me how turned on they were by sucking my cock before hanging for me. They loved the way I stroked them together before pulling them up into the air. And they loved spurting at roughly the same time. So they asked me to come back again.

They were ready for me when I returned the following week. This time they’d tied their balls off, leaving themselves with thick erections. I tied their arms behind their backs and then noosed them up.

I made them suck each other, but they were not permitted to cum. I strapped their knees and then their ankles. Then I made them kneel before me.

I took turns fucking their faces. When I was ready, I spurted all over their hoods. Then I took them up onto their toes.

I stroked both cocks at the same time. They both wanted to cum. So I pulled them into the air.

I pointed them at each other so their cocks went off and spurted on each other’s legs. Then I jerked on their cocks. I made sure to squeeze out every last drop for them.

I took turns sucking each cock as they slowly strangled to death. I got a load from each one. Then I asked them if they wanted to be let down.

They both shook their heads. So I left them hanging together. I think it’s what they wanted all along… for me to hang them together after all our sessions.

(Inspired by the pictures I found on the internet.)

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Underwater witch 3.1 (21)

Well, hello there. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Michelle.

What a wonderful day for a swim. And look at what we have here? I just happened to find myself a lovely pool to enjoy.

I love the water. It really turns me on. Being submerged and weightless while being forced to hold my breath? There’s nothing like it.

Actually, there’s a little more to it than that. You see, I’m rather naughty. That’s because I love drownings.

They’re my favorite thing. I enjoy watching it happen to others. I absolutely adore it when some poor, innocent thing drowns.

Michelle suddenly appears to gulp water. She hitches and gurgles, acting as though she is in agony. Then she abruptly stops drowning as a sly smile fills her features.

Somewhere in Phoenix, a naked young woman named Heather swims in her pool. She wears a dive mask to protect her eyes from the chlorine. She’s enjoying an unseasonably warm October 31st.

She’s near the bottom of the deep end when she suddenly inhales without the least bit of warning. Her eyes fly open in shock as she covers her mouth. She cannot understand what just happened.

We go back to the witch. Michelle shakes her head. No, honey. You do it like this. Then she deliberately goes into painful spasms as she appears to gulp great mouthfuls of water.

Back in Phoenix, Heather suddenly gulps water again. Her eyes fly open in horror as she gurgles. Then she inhales again.

The witch hitches as she inhales. In Phoenix, Heather unknowingly mimics her exact same drowning convulsions without realizing why she is doing it. As Michelle spasms, Heather matches the exact same convulsions.

Soon, the witch stops convulsing. But she smiles as she briefly closes her eyes. It’s as though she can see picture in her mind’s eye the action taking place in the Phoenix pool.

Her eyes open back up. Then she smiles wickedly. Poor thing. All it takes is one good gulp to trigger the inhaling reflex. Then the lungs begin to flood. Isn’t it wonderful?

In Phoenix, Heather’s drowning convulsions begin to subside. But she is incapable of reaching the surface. She sprawls out on the floor of her pool onto her back, still in shock over what has just happened.

The witch appears to be in a state of euphoria as she lets out a bubbly sigh of pleasure. Poor thing. Maybe she shouldn’t have been swimming on Halloween.

We hear an evil chuckle as a decorated scythe suddenly appears in her grasp. What’s that? Surely you misunderstand. Not all witches are afraid of the water. Some of us have needs, you know. For me, it’s cumming and drowning. And I usually enjoy taking somebody with me.

In sunny Florida, Julie sits naked in the deep end on the floor of her pool. A weight belt holds her down as she touches herself. She is very close to cumming.

The witch touches herself through her flowing robe. In Florida, Julie touches herself the same way. When the witch goes for her crotch, Julie goes for it as well.

The witch winces in orgasm, losing bubbles out of her nose. Julie suddenly winces in orgasm, also releasing bubbles out of her nostrils. That’s when the witch grins as she deliberately inhales water.

Julie’s inhalation is totally unexpected. The witch coughs and inhales again. Julie unknowingly mimics her action until she’s all caught up in a painful drowning.

Michelle lets out a bubbly cry of pleasure… I’m cumming – I’m cumming!

In Florida, Julie cums again, an action immediately followed up by another painful inhalation.

She’s drowning – she’s drowning! Oh; it’s so good! Meanwhile, Julie drowns painfully as orgasmic aftershocks ripple through her dying form.

Michelle seems all caught up in the moment. She’s had two already. But she selfishly desires more.

Come, my pretties. Trick or treat? Who wants to drown for me next?

She sees a naked young woman named Ava somewhere in Texas. A moment later, we see her too. The only thing she wears is a white bottom, along with a weight belt rolled around her waist.

She sits in a patio longer, enjoying the sun. Somehow, Michelle sees her too. You perhaps? Let’s get your hands behind your back first.

Ava suddenly rises upright on the lounger. Her wrists are secured behind her back. She has no idea how this has happened.

No, darling. I need you in the pool right this minute.

The next thing our Texan discovers is that she is now sitting in the water, just off the steps of her pool. Once again, she has no idea how she got there so fast. She is so confused… and more than a little frightened.

Ready, my dear? Then let us begin. And with that, Michelle opens her mouth wide and inhales deeply. The Texan promptly opens her mouth and gulps down a huge mouthful of water before she can stop herself.

Michelle gulps again and again, hitching and gurgling. The girl in Texas virtually mimics her actions. Michelle stops and grins as the Texan continues swallowing water.

Oh my. She’s drowning so painfully. Such a pretty young thing to be so careless in her pool on Halloween. It couldn’t have happened to a more deserving young woman.

The Texan hitches and gurgles. Her arms finally come free, the object no longer there holding her wrists together. She slowly goes over backward until she is staring up at the surface in shock and awe.

The witch suddenly holds a skull in her hands as she triumphantly raises her scythe. Drownings are so incredibly erotic. But they’re oh-so-wonderfully painful. Pain and pleasure… such a lethal combination, wouldn’t you agree?

In her eye, she spies another young woman swimming in a pool. Alicia is in San Diego. She is swimming naked in the pool of a friend.

How thoughtful she is sharing her pool with you today. After all, what are friends for? But didn’t she warn you about the faulty switch to the pool cover? Sometimes it activates without warning.

Alicia seems oblivious to the danger. The pool cover virtually makes no sound as it quietly slides across the surface. It is only when it darkens at the bottom of the pool that she realizes there is trouble.

She bursts up to the surface. But it is too late. She pushes up against the closed cover. But it hardly gives at all.

My-my. Gotten ourselves into quite a mess, haven’t we? Maybe you should have checked on that cover first, just to make sure it was functioning properly.

Alicia cries out as she beats in vain against the cover. She becomes frantic as her lungs begin to strain. Bubbles trickle out of her nose.

What perfect timing. Such a lovely, tragic accident. And you with those nice breasts too.

Darling, your nipples are rather hard! Are we anticipating experiencing a rather painfully erotic drowning? Here, let me help you.

Michelle takes the smallest of gulps of water. Alicia virtually mimics her action before a hand comes up to cover her mouth. A moment later, she finds herself hitching and gurgling as she starts to drown.

All of that for me? You’re drowning so painfully just for me? How deliciously wonderful! I guess there’s nothing left for you to do now but swallow more water until your lungs flood.

The witch suddenly takes big gulps as though she’s caught up in the middle of a painful drowning. In San Diego, Alicia takes the same big gulps. She hitches and gurgles until she loses her buoyancy.

Alicia starts to drift downward to the bottom of the pool. She ends up flat on her back, looking up in surprise. There are stray agonal spasms as the occasional bubble slips out past her parted lips.

The witch closes her eyes as though fully immersing herself in the drowning that is taking place. Then she lets out a bubbly cry of pleasure. Her eyes open as she smiles happily.

Pool covers can be so handy. One minute, they’re keeping the leaves out. The next, they’re keeping you in. What wonderful devices!

Her scythe is suddenly gone. In her hands is only the skull now. That’s when she smiles knowingly.

I don’t deal only in swimming pools, you know. The most frequent of accidents usually happens in the bathroom.

Take Rosie, for example. She’s been drinking. Now she’s got a massive headache. A nice, hot soak will do her wonders… that is, if she can safely get herself into the tub.

In the outskirts of Chicago, Rosetta prepares a bath. She has a splitting headache. Unfortunately, all that booze has not helped. Or maybe the booze is the cause.

She is testing the temperature by swirling her hand in the water when the witch makes a casual, sweeping motion with her hand. Rosie abruptly tumbles over and falls into the tub.

Michelle smiles as she makes a gulping motion. Rosie immediately does the same thing as though mimicking the witch. A moment later, she is lying on her side, gulping and bubbling… and drowning.

Ah, such a lovely drowning, even in the bathtub. So erotic. Poor thing.

The skull is suddenly replaced with a jack-o-lantern. But the witch is not done. She is all caught up in the moment.

I love when they drown on Halloween. So many accidents on such a lethal holiday. It makes it such a Happy Halloween for me. But not for some of these other poor folks.

No one is immune. Not even lifeguards practicing in their own pools. One has to know her limitations, especially on a day like today.

In Southern California, April dives to the bottom of her pool. She swims the entire length from the deep end into the shallow end. Then she turns around and swims back.

She reaches the deep end and heads for the wall. She figures she can do a couple lengths easy. Then she might call it a day.

The witch smiles before deliberately taking a great big gulp of water. April involuntarily matches the action. That’s when her eyes fly open in shock at what she’s just done.

Michelle takes another gulp for good measure. April mimics it without understanding why. Michelle smiles as she says, Let me join you, darling. Then Michelle goes into painful spasms, causing April to do the exact same thing.

April tries to claw her way toward the surface. The witch just shakes her head as she inhales again. April inhales deeply before settling down onto the pool floor.

Michelle lies propped up against the side of the pool she is in. She releases bubbles as she hitches and gurgles. April ends up laying against the side of her pool in a much similar manner, also losing bubbles out of her mouth.

The witch shudders from the pleasure of another drowning. She takes on a look of rapture. Ah, another unfortunate accident, swallowing water at the bottom of her pool. How deliciously wonderful.

April finally becomes limp and lifeless. She lies against the bottom wall of the pool, her lips parted. The occasional bubble slips out of her mouth.

Michelle smiles dreamily before coming back to reality. She holds the skull between her knees. Now she has a witch’s hat on her head.

Anyone else want to drown before I go? Such a lovely way to go out, cumming as your lungs fill with water. How about you, darling? You look like you could put on quite a performance for me.

In Florida, Linda is actually practicing her “drowning” skills. She performs for an underwater video company. Today, she sits on the bottom of her pool, her hands cuffed behind her back.

Oh, my. You’re all ready to go, aren’t you? Did you do all that just for my benefit? How thoughtful of you.

Linda struggles as she sits on the bottom of the pool. Is she trying to work her hands free while performing some sort of escape act?

Oh, how lovely. I just love it when their hands are already secured behind their back. That makes things so much easier for me.

How silly of you to put yourself into that kind of situation, darling. But I humbly accept. Now why don’t you sit there and wriggle your chest for me?

The witch shakes her chest from side to side. In Florida, Linda does the same thing. She’s not sure why she does it. But she goes along with it anyway.

The witch smiles knowingly. Now for one big breath, darling. Let’s try it together, shall we?

Michelle opens her mouth wide. Then she appears to take a big breath. In Florida, Linda opens wide and takes a big breath without meaning too. It shocks her.

How about another one, darling; just for me? Then Michelle opens her mouth and inhales again. Poor Linda takes another one, unable to fathom what she has just done.

Oh, that’s wonderful, darling. Now let the drowning commence. Then Michelle begins hitching and gurgling as though she is painfully swallowing water.

Linda gulps water down her windpipe. She immediately begins hitching and convulsing in agony. This was not at all how this was supposed to turn out!

Her breasts shake and wobble as she painfully inhales. She experiences an unexpected orgasm in the process. The witch enters a state of bliss as she sighs… Yes – yes – yes! What a lovely drowning orgasm!

Michelle holds up the skull. Happy Halloween, everyone. My work here is done. It is time to depart. But I see the homeowner has returned. Perhaps one for the road? Then she smiles wickedly.

A woman in a white blouse and black skirt comes into the back yard. She looks down into the water and is shocked at what she sees. “Hey! Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my pool?” Then she waves as she declares, “Get out of there!”

From the bottom of the pool, the witch smiles up at her. So nice of you to come home. What perfect timing. Won’t you join me? Come, let us drown together. Then she reaches up and makes a pulling motion as though trying to pull her in, urging her to come join her.

The homeowner finds herself unexpectedly pitching head first into the water. She can’t understand how it happened. It felt as though her arm was grabbed and she was pulled in. But how could that be when her intruder was clear down at the bottom of her pool??

The witch motions her to come closer. The homeowner finds herself being irresistibly pulled toward her. She becomes frightened at her inability to resist.

The witch grabs her by the shoulders. The homeowner is seemingly paralyzed, unable to move. That’s when Michelle pulls her close and kisses her on the lips.

The homeowner is helpless to do anything other than return the kiss. It is deep and soulful. Then they pull apart.

The witch smiles knowingly at her while still holding her shoulders. Then she opens her mouth and appears to inhale water. All right; now it’s your turn.

The homeowner opens her mouth and also inhales. It’s as though she cannot stop herself. Her eyes fly open at what she has just done.

The witch grins knowingly at her as she lets go. That’s right, my lovely. Drown for me. Then she inhales once… twice… three times.

The homeowner mimics Michelle’s inhalations until she cannot stop. She goes into painful drowning spasms as she tumbles onto her side. She is shocked at what she witnesses next, even as she continues to drown.

The witch is no longer clothed! She lies naked on the bottom of the pool. And she is drowning too!

Michelle swallows water, inhaling over and over again. Her nipples are painfully hard. She knows the homeowner is drowning right next to her… and it fills her with such excitement that she orgasms.

The homeowner is shocked. But there is nothing she can do. She can only watch in horror until the life winks out of her eyes.

The witch spasms and convulses until she lies still upon the floor of the pool… So good… so heavenly… drowning with her… cumming and drowning… yes, darling. Such a lovely drowning you have given me.

Michelle lies on the bottom near the drowned pool owner who is still in her clothes. The witch cums over and over again until she lies absolutely still.

The words Happy Halloween echo throughout the backyard. Then she slowly fades away until she and her objects are gone. It is as though she was never there at all.

2023 (written Dec 8 ’23 by riwa. Pictures found all over the Internet and used for illustration purposes. Dedicated to Michelle.)

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Dorothy dances for me 4.6 (54)

Dorothy knew how much it would cheer me up after my operation to witness a hanging. I’d given her so many orgasms over the years that she wanted to return the favor. So she flew over once the weather warmed up.

We decided to stage her hanging in the backyard of a good friend. He was excited to help me hang Dottie. But he said he would make sure to stay out of the way and just operate the noose.

Dorothy and I quickly undressed. She wanted to dance in her very best. I really appreciated her beauty and her willingness to hang for me. Hell, my cock was already trying to salute her incredible gesture.

I secured her hands behind her back. But I made sure to give her some slack so as to allow her to improvise while she was hanging. She was trembling as I shackled her wrists together.

I smiled as I asked, “Are you having second thoughts?”

She smiled seductively at me. “Yes… and no. Besides, I like what I’m seeing.”

She reached around with one hand and grabbed my erection. “I can tell you’re going to enjoy my dance. So I really want to do this for you, love.”

She stroked me as she kissed me deeply. I was becoming more turned on by the second. This sexy bitch was really going to hang for me!

Let me taste it, love,” she said as she gave it a tug.

Want to wear my cum on your face as you hang for me?”

Oh, bloody hell yes!”

She dropped to her knees in the grass and started sucking. She was incredible. My friend got an erection in his pants as he stood nearby. But he didn’t try to interfere.

Dottie glanced over at him while she was sucking me. Then she tried to motion him over. When he got close enough, she somehow managed to get his pants down. I guess her shackles weren’t very tight after all.

She really gobbled us both down. I felt my balls swell as I pulled out of her mouth. Then I splattered her face with my cream.

She gasped with delight. Hell, I think she almost had a climax receiving my load. My buddy splattered her face a few seconds later.

She slowly rose to her feet as my buddy went over and grabbed the loose end of the rope. “I’m ready lover,” she panted breathlessly. “Take me up and send me to heaven.”

Are you sure, love?”

Hang me, darling! I’m so turned on that I can hardly stand it!”

I nodded at my buddy who pulled on the rope. Dottie went straight up into the air. A moment later she started to kick instinctively from the agony of her weight in the noose.

I watched in awe as she did her sexy dance of death. It was arousing as hell. In no time at all my cock hardened right back up.

Lower her!” I gasped as I stepped forward. In her panic, Dottie reached for me with her legs until she managed to wrap them around me. My buddy lowered her until her wet slit sucked my cock deep inside her. That’s when he tied her off.

She grunted and gurgled as she tried to climb me to relieve the agony around her throat. Her pussy clenched wonderfully around my swollen shaft. I squeezed her arse as I thrust up into her again and again.

Her face began to turn a nasty shade of red. I smiled as I breathed, “Now give me your life darling.” Then I stepped back until she lost her grip on me.

She hung freely, her feet barely three inches off the grass. She stretched her toes, but there was nothing there. Then she began to wriggle like a worm, her hips thrusting outward as her sexy breasts bounced for me.

She made no sound as she shimmied and gyrated. Her legs tried to kick as her tongue slowly protruded. She made a sudden jerking motion. Then she dangled quietly.

I heard urine splatter onto the grass as she gently swung back and forth. I was hard as a rock as I stepped forward. I stroked my dick as parts of her naked body twitched from firing nerve impulses.

I was so horny that I let fly for a second time. My cream splattered her tummy. She just stared at me with a vacant expression. But there was something in her eyes that made me believe she’d somehow enjoyed giving me such pleasure.

2021 (written for Dottie 2-24-21 by riwa. Inspired by the manip.)

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Mother-daughter feud 4.5 (28)

Christine and her daughter Viola were escorted down a hall by four matronly women. The condemned wore plain orange jumpsuits. This would be their last walk together as mother and daughter, their last day of existence.

They were led into a simple execution chamber. It was empty save for two wooden structures with handles on the back. Pieces of wood four inches wide by four inches high stuck out in the form of makeshift seats that looked extremely uncomfortable.

A coil of rope attached to each handle. The purpose was all too clear. A redhead in an official blue uniform stood waiting along the back wall.

The blonde haired Christine gasped at the sight before her. It had now become quite serious. There would be no reprieve from the governor on this one.

She heard the frightened voice of her daughter behind her gasp, “Mother?” Apparently reality was hitting her as well. It usually did once the method of terminating one’s life presented itself.

Christine tried to stand upright and resolute. “We understood it might come to this, Viola. We must accept the judgement of the court.”

“But you’re innocent!” Then she looked at the waiting woman and pleaded, “You must set my mother free! She’s innocent.” Their executioner said nothing.

The jumpsuit was abruptly lifted up over Viola’s head by one of the matrons. It exposed her nakedness. Underneath, she’d only been granted a modest pair of nylons to wear.

Her two matrons forced her down onto the nearest garrote. The square protrusion to sit upon gave no comfort whatsoever. She let out an inadvertent yelp of alarm and discomfort.

Viola watched as the jumpsuit was pulled up over her mother’s head. She, too, was forced to sit upon the square protrusion emerging out of the garrote post. She panted for breath as she watched the woman who’d given her life being treated with such callousness.

The matrons spoke not a word as they worked quick and quiet. Viola’s arms were secured to some sort of connection near the back of the post. Her sagging breasts heaved as she panted for breath.

Christine was secured at the same time as her daughter. The matrons were much too efficient. Within moments they were filing single file out of the execution chamber.

Their executioner only moved once the others were gone. She came over and quietly fitted a coil around Christine’s neck until it draped loosely. Viola let out a cry upon seeing her mother being prepared to meet her end.

“No; you can’t! I did it! I’m the one responsible! Please don’t kill my mother!”

“Viola, stop it! I’m every bit as guilty as you are.”

“Mother, you didn’t have to come this far!”

“You would not have managed it without my help.”

The executioner quietly stepped behind Viola and looped the coil around her throat. She stiffened as she felt the rope resting around her neck. But she was too absorbed with her mother’s little dig to appreciate the gravity of her situation.

“Mother, I had it completely under control!”

“Honey, you mucked it up from the very beginning. He would not have expired had I not intervened.”

“Mother, don’t say that! Don’t admit anything!”

“Viola, it’s too late.”

“Mother, why are you always interfering in my life?”

“Darling, is this the time to bring that up now? We’re going to be dead soon.”

“This is all your fault, you know!”

“And now it comes out yet again, even at the end.”

She sighed as the executioner finished with her daughter. She looked back at the woman and gave her a wry smile. “Would you please just get on with it before my daughter goes into another one of her little diatribes?”

“Mother, I can’t believe this! We’re about to be executed and you still have to make a big deal about my shortcomings?”

“Honey, let’s not go through this now, ok? Isn’t there anything you want to say to me?”

“Like what?” Viola asked sarcastically as the executioner grabbed onto the handle to her mother’s garrote post.

“How about something like ‘goodbye’? ‘So long’ maybe? ‘See you on the other side, dearest mother’? How about ‘I love you’? I do love you, honey.”

“Hah! That’s a laugh! You’ve never shown me a single ounce of love or trust! Go right ahead, executioner! Snuff the bitch!”

“Viola?? I can’t believe you – AWK!”

The rope tightened around Christine’s throat. She rasped for breath as she tried to pull air down her windpipe. Her legs flew outward as she began to writhe against her post.

Her daughter’s emotions changed in an instant. “That’s the way!” Viola gasped with maniacal sadism. “Strangle the fucking bitch! It serves her right!”

Christine’s chest heaved. Her feet found the floor as she thrust her hips forward. It looked like she was somehow fucking the air right in front of her.

“Fuck, yeah; slaughter the bitch! Strangle the fucking whore! She was a slut her whole life! She’s the reason I’m in this mess to begin with!”

Christine spewed fluids out of her crotch. She suddenly lost the strength to keep fighting. A sudden crick from her neck caused her to collapse onto her uncomfortable seating arrangement.

Her body went into little seizures as she hitched against her post. Her head turned a nasty shade of red. Blotches of a bluish hue broke out all over her face.

Viola became maniacally hysterical. “Kill her – kill her – KILL HER!” It was this lack of emotional control that had condemned her in the first place. Now she let out a guttural cry of sadistic glee once her mother sat lifeless against her post.

Viola squirted her orgasm as she panted for breath. It should have been shameful. But by now she’d lost all sense of reason.

The executioner calmly stepped behind her. That’s when things got real. “No – WAIT!” Then the coil tightened around her throat.

She rasped as she tried to struggle. But she could not escape the post, nor could she avoid the coil around her throat. Her secured hands and the rope around her neck kept her firmly in place.

Her inability to get a decent breath down her throat made her clit swell. Her nipples hardened considerably. Then she began to buck and shudder against the post she was secured to.

She tried to scream, but her breath was cut off. Viola saw stars as her vision began to fade. Then she suddenly found herself able to gulp a huge breath of fresh air down her lungs.

She coughed and wheezed as she tried to compose herself. She tried to turn her head to see what her female executioner was doing. But the woman was standing right behind her, out of her line of sight.

“You’re n-not going to kill m-AWK!”

Once more, the rope tightened considerably. Viola tried to scream. She only succeeded in getting a thin rasp of air past her lips.

She shuddered hard as she slammed her feet down against the floor again and again. It hurt so fucking bad! Then her pussy gushed as she went into orgasmic seizures.

The rope suddenly loosened again. Viola coughed hard as she rasped for breath. Her body was on fire from a terrible arousal.

“Is that it?” she started to ask. Then the rope tightened around her neck yet again. Her eyes flew open in horror as she struggled to pull the thinnest of breaths down her throat.

She pissed herself as her breasts bounced and heaved. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her mother serene in death. So why was this happening to her? Why was her death being extended??

He hips swung upward with a mind of their own. Viola spewed a violent orgasm, a painful flush of pleasure. Then the rope cruelly loosened around her throat.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she gasped as she tried to catch her breath. “You can’t do this to me!” Then the rope tightened once again.

Viola stiffened in horror as she tried to breathe. Her feet slammed down onto the floor as she went into little seizures again. Gawd; how she wanted this to end!

She tried to speak, tried to scream. But nothing would come out. Her eyes rolled as she shuddered hard, spewing fluids from yet another forced orgasm.

The rope loosened once more. Viola went into a severe coughing fit. “Stop it – stop it! I don’t deserve this! He got what he deserved; ok? Even mom got what she deserved! They all got – AWK!”

The rope tightened yet again. Viola rasped for breath. This time the rope constricted ominously around her throat.

Her mind screamed as she thrashed about against her post. Her pendulous breasts bounced as she shimmied and shuddered while sitting on the uncomfortable piece of wood. And still the agony around her neck intensified.

She glanced over at her dead mother. Her mind screamed, “YOU BITCH! YOU DID THIS TO ME!” Then her chest heaved as she struggled in vain to pull a single sliver of air down her throat.

The rope tightened even more. Her hips thrust upward as she began reflexively humping the air. When was this agony going to stop…..

CRICK

…and with that her feud with her mother came to an abrupt end as Viola collapsed onto the crude rectangular piece of wood she’d been sitting upon…

2021 (written Mar 8 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the accompanying picture.)

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Riwa’s Stories at Patreon 4 (4)

Coming November rewards

Flora at the club 2
MILF instructor 2
Oops
Nicki and the plastic hose
Dreams do come true pt 2
Best laid plans 7
Buried in the sand
It’s no joke
Dorothy’s squalid hanging 4
A leak in the room
The little thief
Tub troubles
And a couple of bonus stories tossed in.

September stories/rewards will fall off at the end of October to make room for November rewards.

Like mother, like son I guess. My gallbladder was bad, and so was my mother’s. Hers was enlarged, so it had to be pulled out through a bigger hole cut into muscle. She’s had more pain from that surgical incision than she’s had from the removal of the gallbladder itself. She didn’t do much for a couple of weeks after surgery, and is only now carefully venturing out. But the prognosis from the doctor’s visit she had yesterday is promising. She’s looking forward to getting back to her routine.

It can be an inconvenience looking after your mother. Sometimes plans get interrupted. And sometimes you say things you should not have said that hurt the ones you love. God recently had to correct me on that. He made me realize I’m blessed to still have her in my life, even with her health issues at her age. So every time I go to see her, I ask God to help me be a blessing to her, and for me to appreciate the times we get to have together.

He’s also reminded me of the blessing of having all of you as my patrons. My living situation and financial circumstances are stable, unlike a lot of other people who’ve been impacted by fire, bad weather, and by not-so-pleasant situations and circumstances. Life is full of uncertainties, and we should be grateful for the blessings we receive. So I thank God for you all, and I include you in my daily prayers. Please take good care of yourselves and your families during these very unique times we are now living in. And thank you so much for being my patrons.

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The decision 4 (41)

She watched him swim naked to the bottom of the pool. He paused by the grating covering the drain long enough to leave something behind. Her heart beat fast as her pussy moistened.

She jumped naked into the water and swam down to him. He was lying on his back near the slope. He stretched his arms out toward her as she swam into his grasp.

They embraced for the longest time, their lips meeting as their tongues intertwined. Bubbles came up as they kissed each other. Then they surfaced where she panted heavily for breath.

You left two sets?” she asked curiously as she looked down at the bottom of the pool. He nodded.

Are you sure about all this?” He nodded again.

She looked at him in confusion. “But I thought you were eager to watch me drown.”

He smiled before telling her, “I am. I just plan on being a minute or two behind you.”

Behind me? You’re going to drown with me?” For a moment there she wasn’t sure she believed him.

Of course. Why not?”

She looked at him dubiously. He eyed her skeptically before asking, “What – you don’t believe me?”

Does it really matter?” she replied. “Whether I believe you or not, I’ll still be drowning either way. Besides, you can hold your breath a couple minutes longer than me at the very least.”

That means I’ll be drowning right behind you… with my cock deep inside you.”

She inhaled sharply, her pussy throbbing at his remark. Then her eyes twinkled lustfully. The idea of drowning for him was incredibly erotic. The thought he might drown himself with his cock inside her corpse made the idea even hotter.

But did she really trust him to drown himself after she was gone? Did it matter? Either way, she was going to be tethered to the bottom of the pool, her lungs full of water.

He looked at her and smiled. “Last breath?”

Last breath,” she agreed with a nod. “Gawd, I’m so… I’m so turned on right now!”

Still want to do this?”

Now more than ever!”

Remember, I’m going to outlast you by a couple of minutes at least.”

She smiled lustfully at him. “Good. I hope you enjoy my drowning. Then I want you to put those minutes to good use.”

To the drain?” he motioned with his head.

To the drain,” she nodded breathlessly.

He took a deep breath. Then he jackknifed downward. She watched him swim all the way down to the grate above the drain.

Was he getting a head start? She decided she didn’t want to tarry too long as she wanted to drown while he could watch her. So she crammed as much air into her lungs as possible before she slipped under the surface.

She swam down toward the drain, bubbles trailing out of her nose. He was already bent down at the drain as though kneeling. An empty handcuff was in his grasp.

Before she even got there, she saw him attach it to his ankle. It gave her an erotic jolt something fierce. Now he was committed… unless he had a key stashed away somewhere.

She could turn around and head back if she wanted. She could watch him drown and then go on about her business. But she swam right down to the adjacent set of handcuffs.

He was still kneeling as she reached down and grabbed the empty cuff to the second set attached to the grate. She looked him right in the eye as she fumbled with it around her ankle. There was still time to change her mi –

Click!

It snapped shut around her ankle. Now she was just as committed as he was. It gave her an erotic thrill so overpowering that she almost climaxed right then and there.

She couldn’t hold her breath nearly as long. That meant she would be going first. He would get to watch her drown, something they’d always talked about.

And then what? Would he fuck her corpse before it was his turn to go? Did it really matter? She could only hope he would thoroughly enjoy using her body for that extra couple of minutes.

They embraced, kissing each other deeply as the handcuffs attached to the drain tethered them together. She fumbled as she reached down to grasp onto his erection. He felt harder than at any time during their relationship.

She worked him into her throbbing kitty. She was so unbelievably horny! Then she began to ride him as they fervently kissed.

Bubbles dribbled out of their noses. She rode him harder. Gawd, she was so turned on right now!

It was over a minute before she felt that first spasm in her stomach. Another one forced itself up into her chest. She tried to swallow it back down.

She pulled away from his lips as she smiled at him. She preferred to drown with his mouth on her lips. But the whole purpose of this was to let him watch her suffer.

She deliberately caressed her breasts. Then she smiled knowingly at him as another convulsion rippled through her chest. At that point she began to question the wisdom of her choice… of their mutual decision to go out together.

He’d told her she would panic. He’d explained her body would fight it. She hoped she wouldn’t struggle too much and that he would enjoy the view before it was his turn.

The strain in her chest intensified. Her smile began to fade. He smiled back at her reassuringly as he reached out to touch her all over.

There was another convulsion. Her lungs wanted to give out. She could feel her body’s reaction to her growing desire for one more breath. But that breath would not be forthcoming.

He was still inside her. She tried to keep him there. But she didn’t know how long her body would cooperate.

She could feel an orgasm coming on strong. She could also feel a growing panic threaten to overwhelm her. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

He grabbed her shoulders as bubbles leaked out of her mouth and nose. Instinctively, she began to struggle. He held on tighter.

Her pussy clenched around the dick inside her as a major spasm shook her. Her cheeks bulged as she instinctively covered her mouth. Then she looked upward.

Another convulsion resulted in the loss of much of her breath. That’s when her survival instinct kicked in. There was nothing she could do about it.

She began clawing wildly for the surface, trying to kick with her legs. She struggled to shake the cuff off her ankle. But it wouldn’t break free.

She backed away from him, causing his erection to slip out. He just grabbed her by her wrists. Her eyes opened wide in terror as she frantically shook her head no. Then she inhaled.

She gulped a huge mouthful of water. Instantly she went into painful spasms. She began hitching and jerking as she kept swallowing water. That’s when she shuddered in painful orgasm.

It was horrifying. Yet he held on tight. His cock was incredibly hard.

She gulped and hitched until her struggles lessened. That’s when he pulled her back to her. Then he slid into her as he embraced her.

She clenched instinctively around his shaft as her convulsions lessened. The horror on her face softened. She was reassured knowing he was right there with her.

She shuddered as she felt him start to fuck her. Now he was going to enjoy her drowned body. For a moment it felt like he’d actually cum inside her. The thought made her clench weakly as her senses began to spiral away.

He brushed the hair out of her face. Stray bubbles leaked out past her parted lips. She tried to smile back. Then the life faded from her eyes.

He embraced her fiercely as he thrust in and out of her. He wanted her to embrace him back. But her arms hung loosely around him.

He knew what was coming. Soon, he would be next. Had it turned her on seeing how committed he was? There was no way he would ever know.

At four minutes he felt the first stirring in his lungs. He fucked her harder. The occasional bubble was forced out of her lungs.

He looked into her eyes. She stared lifelessly at him as though happy with her decision. Now it almost looked as though she was encouraging him.

He thrust harder. He could feel another release coming. He looked right into her eyes. Then he forced himself to open his mouth.

He swallowed water, gulping fluid down into his lungs. Instantly, he went into painful spasms. His cock seemed to spurt and spurt inside her as he hitched and gurgled.

He tried to hold onto her body… forced himself to hold on tight. Drowning hurt like hell. Then the pain began to subside.

He was still holding her in his arms, although he could feel his grasp lessening. His cock twitched inside her as it started to soften. He looked into her eyes as a stray bubble slipped out of his mouth. She released a single bubble in reply. Then they quietly swayed together, tethered to the pool drain by their separate cuffs as his erection finally slipped out of her.

2021 (written Apr 2 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture I included.)

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Mendo and Claudia 3.7 (23)

Claudia had a fight with her husband. She told him she wasn’t happy with their marriage. Then she explained she was flying to the Caribbean to “find herself”.

He had a good idea what that meant. She was off to have an affair with an island native. He was too much in love with her to protest, even though he strongly suspected she was going to be unfaithful to him.

After Claudia arrived, she wasted no time indulging herself. She went on a nice little shopping spree. Then she met Mendo.

He gave her all the attention she craved. And he was clearly interested in her body. Claudia all but threw herself at him.

He wined and dined her, giving her all the attention she wanted. That evening they fucked in her room. It was the start of a torrid encounter.

Soon, his true nature emerged. He was very domineering, unlike her husband back home. But she loved the way Mendo treated her.

It wasn’t long before she was giving herself to him night and day. Anytime he wanted it, she was happy to provide it. He knew how to pound her into sexual submission.

He took her all around the island, showing her the seedier parts of his native land. At times he did not treat her very well. Sometimes his roughness even scared her.

While Mendo was away, one of the islanders at a local bar warned her about him. She was told how Mendo always broke women’s hearts. It was also rumored he might have made one or two disappear without ever being heard from again.

Claudia wasn’t the least bit interested. The masculine Mendo was everything her husband was not. Besides, she only had a few more days before she would have to fly back home. She was not about to give him up.

The sex became rough and graphic. At times, it felt abusive. But Claudia could not stop herself. She’d become addicted to her native lover.

She loved the way he used her. It made her feel slutty. And she was certainly making some of the other island women jealous, judging by the looks she got whenever they saw her with him.

Mendo scheduled a snorkeling trip around the island. Claudia loved the idea. She was a decent swimmer, and was excited about seeing some of the underwater sights. Besides, Mendo had promised some aggressive sex in the water.

Down at the dock, Mendo went to see about a boat. A couple of females came up to Claudia and tried to warn her about her native escort. But she believed they were jealous.

Mendo rented a small craft, and they went out on the water. Claudia took off her clothes for the rest of the trip. She wanted to give her lover a continuous, unobstructed view of her body.

They anchored near a rocky shoreline. Claudia happily dove in nude. She swam around, turning on her native lover as much as possible. She was looking forward to receiving his thick man-meat again, as her time on the island was limited.

Mendo finally taught her how to suck cock underwater. Claudia was forced to deep-throat his appendage while holding her breath. It was scary the way he forced her while she was running out of air. But the fear and the danger turned her on immensely. Receiving a mouthful of his spunk was simply an added bonus.

They put on some snorkel gear and went exploring. The water wasn’t more than twelve to fifteen feet deep. Claudia had no problem finning down, swimming around, and then rising back to the surface. Mendo seemed to be an excellent teacher.

They went back to the boat where they deposited the snorkel gear. Claudia was in the mood for that underwater fuck Mendo had promised. So he pointed out a private alcove in a rock formation near the shore.

He told her he loved fucking in the water while making his conquests hold their breath. Claudia wasn’t the least bit jealous she wasn’t the only one he’d screwed. But she was determined to make sure he never forgot her.

It was a short swim as Mendo led them into the alcove. It was away from prying eyes, even though they had not seen another boat or tourist. Claudia was horny and ready to fuck.

Once more, Mendo forced her to suck his dick underwater. Claudia gave it her all, gobbling him down while releasing a ton of bubbles. Her goal was to make him miss her long after she’d returned to her boring husband back in the states.

She got another huge load down her throat. It was all she could do to swallow it all. Then he told her he was ready for a nice long fuck. Claudia was thrilled the way her lover could fuck her several times in a row.

She climbed into his lap, impaling herself on his juicy piece of fuck-meat. Then he pushed her over backward. Claudia wrapped her legs around his waist and bubbled as he thrust into her while savagely groping her tits.

As he fucked her backward in the water, he kept her down longer and longer. Claudia experienced sweet agony each time she had to hold her breath. Then he pulled her up.

Mendo turned her around so she was facing away from him. Then he slowly pushed into her ass. It always hurt at first, but eventually she grew accustomed to his girth inside her anal passage.

Claudia loved the way the native had turned her into his personal whore. She had never allowed her husband to fuck her in the ass before. Besides, he was much too mild mannered to want to engage in anything so kinky. But with Mendo, she was willing to do anything and everything.

He started nice and slow, making her hold her breath. Every now and then he would roughly jerk her head up. Claudia gasped to catch her breath before being forced back down.

He pushed her limits, making her hold her breath longer and longer. Once more Claudia experienced those unnerving sensations, the ones indicating she was with a dangerous man. She’d been advised many times against spending time with him. But she simply could not take the warnings seriously. He was too addictive.

Mendo was proving to have great stamina. Her ass clenched around his thrusting shaft as she was pushed for longer periods underwater. Then at some point in time, it felt like everything changed.

Mendo began to hammer her ass harder. Once more, he was becoming rough with her. But this time there was a real drowning danger she had to remain aware of.

She didn’t think he would hurt her. But he was really fucking her ass this time! Her lungs began to strain from the abuse.

Her head was roughly jerked up out of the water. He called her all sorts of filthy names before slamming her head back down below the surface. Normally, she loved being his slut. But this time he was becoming especially cruel.

He really pushed her limits despite her inability to get a good breath last time up. He quickly jerked her head up again. Then he slammed her back down, brutally fucking her ass.

Claudia was not being allowed to catch her breath. She cried out a froth of bubbles, wanting to be allowed to stay up longer. But Mendo was not giving her any kind of consideration.

He laughed when he pulled her head up. Claudia only had time for a quick breath before she was pushed back under. She could not hold it nearly as long without needing a second wind.

She began to struggle, wanting to pause to compose herself up at the surface. Her ass continued to clench reflexively around the native cock up her butt. Her cheeks bulged until she accidentally swallowed a little water.

She cried out, shaking her head and causing her hair to flow all around. All she heard was laughter up at the surface. He was getting carried away, only now she was becoming truly frightened despite her intense arousal.

Her ass clenched as she screamed her breath away. Mendo pulled her up, granting her one loud gasp. Then he forced her right back down.

Claudia panicked as her heart pounded in her chest. For the first time during her vacation, she truly wished for the presence of her husband. She screamed out his name, struggling to get her head back up.

A strong hand pushed into her upper back. Claudia could not get her head above water. A moment later she hitched as her lungs opened up.

Panic ensued as she thrashed about. Claudia kept inhaling, sucking water down her windpipe. Her mind screamed as Mendo laughed. Then she felt his cock go off deep in her ass.

She felt a familiar warmth of his seed up her rectum. Claudia shuddered in orgasm. But she continued to hitch and swallow water until her struggles lessened.

She finally went limp at the surface as she floated face down. Mendo laughed as he thrust nice and slow, enjoying her spasming ass. Then he pulled out.

He turned her head around and thrust his erection into her gaping mouth. She swallowed him whole without complaint. Then he swam her back to the boat.

He tied a rope around her ankles, leaving her body in the water. Mendo motored a couple miles away from shore, dragging her behind. Then he attached a weight to her ankles before letting her go. Claudia sank to the bottom, a few stray bubbles leaking out of her opened mouth.

Claudia had no idea Mendo had a dark past. He often fucked the lonely tourists that came to the island. He was now beginning to use the fuck-drown method of eliminating them, occasionally “losing” them during an offshore snorkeling encounter. When that happened, they were never heard from again.

Claudia’s husband would never learn what happened to his wife. At first he was understandably distraught. But word got back to him that his wife had been seeing a native on a regular basis. He concluded she’d decided to ditch her life back in the states for a life of ease on a romantic island. So he divorced her in absentia.

2021 (written May 6 ’21 by riwa. Inspired by the picture I included.)

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The Twilight Zone – Ghost Walk 3.4 (18)

Meet Zilpha, a woman in her mid forties. She has just taken a bunch of tourists on an evening stroll around the English town of York. It’s what is popularly known as a “ghost walk”.

York is considered by many to be the most haunted city in England, if not the entire world. Many people have made claims of experiencing the supernatural. In fact, two members of her recent tour shared their experiences with the others.

They claimed to have witnessed ghostly activity many years ago. It was at a location where the tour stopped as Zilpha gave her memorized account of previous ghostly sightings. Their narrative diminished her role, resulting in a sense of jealousy as the tourists gravitated around two real-life witnesses.

Ghostly sightings are something she has never witnessed for herself. Zilpha craves a personal experience to share with others. Having her own ghost story to share with paying customers would certainly heighten the experience of her “ghost walk” tour.

Tonight, she will finally get to experience what she has longed to witness. But the ghost she will soon see will be like no other. Zilpa is about to take her own private “ghost walk” through… The Twilight Zone.

Zilpha said goodbye to the last of the lingering tourists. Then she was left alone. The tour was over; it was time to call it a night.

She stood there in her matching plaid skirt and light wool jacket covering her favorite red shirt. She wore nylons and low heels, generating a few appreciative glances at her legs from some of the blokes. Even with the chilly night air, she loved dressing up for the males in her tours.

The breeze made her pull her coat a little tighter around herself. It was time to get inside for the night. Time to go warm herself with a cup of hot tea.

She heard an unexpected sound from somewhere behind her. Zilpha whirled to look. “Hello? Is someone there?”

She saw nothing – no, wait! A shadow? She peered intently. What was she looking at?

It appeared to be the shadow of a human. She looked in the direction of the light that should have been capturing the individual. But there was no one standing there.

Hello?”

She took a couple of uncertain steps in that direction. She hadn’t thought she’d left anyone behind. Had someone slipped away from her group unnoticed?

It was always a possibility. The ghost tours were rather informal. Folks had to keep up, and some of them tended to lag behind, gawking at something that interested them.

She looked around to confirm she was alone. Then she looked back at the shadow. But it was gone.

That was odd…

Zilpha walked over toward where she’d seen the shadow. She found herself standing on the corner. Then she looked down the street.

She thought she saw someone standing all alone. Was it a woman? Was she alone?

Miss? Are you lost?”

The woman appeared to duck inside a doorway. Zilpha’s curiosity was piqued. “Miss?” she called out again, her heels clattering on the cobblestone street.

She reached the doorway where she was sure the woman had ducked inside. But no one was there.

Her heart skipped a beat. In all her time as tour guide for the “ghost walks” of York, she had yet to see one for herself. Was tonight finally going to be that night?

She heard the sound of clattering heels down another street. It made her strangely curious. So she walked to the end of the block.

When she got there, Zilpha looked in both directions. She saw no one – no, wait! There was another shadow!

A moment later it was gone. She suddenly became suspicious. Was Petey playing games with her?

Not funny, Petey! Go home to your flat, you old sod!” He’d visited a couple of her previous “ghost walks” and had tried to play on her imagination.

She heard a female voice cry out in horror. She turned in the direction of the cry. “Miss? Miss, are you all right? Is anyone out there?”

She rushed down the street in the direction of the cries. Her heels clattered much too noisily for her piece of mind. Maybe she shouldn’t be attracting attention to herself?

She rounded another corner. That’s when Zilpha froze, gasping in horror. There was a faint shadow along the side of one building. It was clearly the silhouette of a woman swaying back and forth in midair, dangling from a noose.

Zilpha’s hand rose up, covering her mouth as she stifled a gasp. She turned in the direction of the light. There was nothing there. And now the shadow was gone as well!

She stood there trembling, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind wanted to run away with her. Was she finally experiencing a ghostly sighting in York?

It was late, well past her time to go home. The night air was chilly. What did she think she was doing, chasing ghosts at this hour?

She suddenly heard footsteps approaching. Zilpha turned to look. This time she saw the shadows of two men approaching.

She gasped as she whirled in the direction of the illumination. She saw nothing. She called out in hopeful desperation, “Petey, you arsehole! Stop playing games!”

She heard that female voice cry out again. Zilpha whirled to look, her heart beating fast. It had come from that direction.

She heard the sound of heels rushing along on cobblestone. Then she heard another cry. Maybe it was something much more dangerous than a ghost.

Miss? “Love, I’m over here! Where are you? Let me help you!”

She heard footsteps coming in her direction. She turned to see two gruff looking men in heavy coats bearing down on her. A moment later they simply vanished, disappearing right before her very eyes. That’s when Zilpha turned and ran, her heart pounding a mile a minute.

She heard another cry. Instinctively she ran off in that direction. Was there a woman in trouble?

She skidded to a stop when she spotted a familiar looking shadow against a building. It was the silhouette of that same woman hanging in midair. She was sure of it!

She gasped in alarm as she looked toward the light, afraid of what she would see making the shadow. But once more, there was nothing there. Was her mind playing tricks on her?

She heard a cry from somewhere down an adjacent street. Instinctively she rushed to take a look. This time she saw a shadow of a woman, trailed by two shapes that appeared to be following her.

What if the woman had been in her tour group? Wasn’t she supposed to keep an eye on the ladies under her care? Didn’t that also include protecting them, if possible?

She rushed down the street. But the shadows and images were gone. She stopped and looked all around, her heart pounding in her chest.

Where had they gone?

She was in a familiar part of her tour. Her chase was taking her deeper into the narrow streets. It was odd there was no one else out at this hour.

She suddenly felt all alone. She was also becoming more than a little frightened. Then she heard steps coming toward her.

She turned and saw the shadows of those same two men. For some reason, she sensed they were up to no good. Instinctively she ducked into a doorway.

The sound of footsteps ceased as though they had stopped. Then she heard a strangled cry from somewhere up ahead. Zilpha looked behind her, making sure the men weren’t there before rushing down the street.

Her heels clattered noisily. They were fine for taking people around York to look at spooky old buildings with a unique history. Now she wished she’d worn something much quieter.

She rounded a corner and stopped in horror, staring at another shadow. A woman was kicking in midair. Her hands clawed at the noose around her neck.

Zilpha could actually hear gasping sounds. Someone was really hanging. She rushed forward to see what she could do.

MISS??”

Then she saw nothing. There was nothing there. Bloody hell!

Petey! Surely this had to be Petey’s doing!

You bloody wanker! Petey, you’re scaring me!”

She heard the footsteps of those two men behind her. Zilpha let out a cry. Then she rushed down the street, searching for a place to hide.

She’d always wanted to catch a glimpse of a ghost. But this was too much! She would settle for being back home in her nice, warm flat watching a scary movie on the telly with a nice cup of hot tea in her hand.

She ducked into a darkened doorway, trying to calm the wild beating of her heart. She panted heavily for breath, certain she could be heard.

She waited anxiously for several minutes. Then she peeked out of her hiding place and looked all around. The street was deserted; there was only a light breeze.

She cautiously stepped out, breathing a sigh of relief. Then she heard a cry followed by a choking, gurgling sound. It sounded like it was coming from around the corner.

Zilpha crept forward, her heart beating fast. She couldn’t help wondering what the devil was making her move toward the sound instead of away in the opposite direction. Her breath caught in her throat as she reached the edge of the building.

She hesitantly looked around the corner. A woman in a skirt, coat and heels was hanging from a noose at the end of a signpost protruding out of a storefront. She was clawing at the coil around her neck, grunting in breathless agony as her legs kicked.

Those two gruff men she’d seen earlier were standing right there. They were laughing at her as they watched. Surely they were the ones responsible for stringing up the poor, unfortunate lass.

Zilpha’s eyes flew open in horror, her mind screaming at the sight before her. But what could she do about it? Would they also hang her if they caught her spying on them?

She covered her mouth with her hands, stifling the urge to scream. Then she ducked back around the corner. She stood there frozen with shock, struggling to process what she’d just witnessed.

Her heard hammered in her chest as her breath caught in her throat. She’d witnessed something she probably shouldn’t have. There was no telling what would happen if those murderous blokes caught up to her.

A moment later she heard those familiar footsteps coming up from behind as though coming toward her. An instant later she saw their shadows illuminated by a lamppost. How the devil had they gotten behind her?

Zilpha’s eyes flew open in horror. She peeked around the corner at the gruesome scene she’d previously witnessed. But the location was now deserted.

She blinked in surprise. There were no men… no noose… no dangling, kicking woman. Zilpha shook her head in astonishment.

But they were there!” she murmured to herself in disbelief. “I… I saw them standing there hanging her! I SAW IT!”

The sound of approaching footsteps abruptly stopped. Zilpha turned to look. Two men were standing there, eyeing her dangerously.

She let out a cry as she turned and ran. Her legs carried her down the cobblestone street, her heels clattering loudly. She had to get away!

She rounded another corner, ducking down another street. But this time there was nowhere to hide. The street was much too narrow.

In an instant she knew where she was. She was at Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate. It was only a few paces down from the actual shop that bore the same name.

She’d been down here many times before. She always showed this place to her tourists, enlightening them about its rich, colorful history. Somehow in her fright she had navigated herself back here.

Zilpha suspiciously looked all around. Had Petey been directing her down this path just for the fun of giving her a good scare? Had he arranged for her to see some specially prepared “ghosts”, just to give himself a good laugh? That bloody wanker!

She looked all around, expecting him to pop out behind her and start laughing his fool head off. Then she picked up the unnerving sound of a rope creaking from a heavy weight. It came from directly behind and above her.

She turned to look at the Arena Letting sign protruding out from the storefront. It had now picked up an additional piece of weight. She gasped in horror, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

A woman hung from the tip of the sign, her arms dangling loosely at her sides. She was in a plaid skirt and light wool jacket with nylons and short heels.

Her eyes bugged out in frozen horror as her tongue lolled out past her lips. Fluid dripped down into a puddle upon the cobblestone street from where the poor woman’s bladder had given way.

Zilpha stared up at her doppelganger in absolute horror.

Then the poor girl fainted dead away…

You ok, miss?” she heard him ask as two men helped her sit upright. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, love. You must have had a fright. Here, let us help you up.”

Thank you,” she murmured as they helped her up onto her feet. Then she felt one of them loop a coil of rope around her neck.

Wait! What are you…?”

She let out a cry of terror moments before she was lifted up off her feet. Her hands flew up to pry at the noose digging painfully into her neck. She gasped and grunted, wheezing for breath.

Off in the distance she heard a female voice calling out. It was a voice that sounded terribly familiar…

You bloody wanker! Petey, you’re scaring me!”

Zilpha’s eyes flew open in horror at the realization of it all. Was SHE the one whose shadow she’d seen? Was she the one those two men had been chasing after?

She was her very own ghost!

Now she was going to find herself hanging dead at Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate!

She kicked and struggled, fighting the noose. That’s when she caught a glimpse of herself looking around the corner at her. There was a look of horror on her face.

The two men laughed at her, looking up at her appreciatively. Then the terrified woman she’d caught sight of ducked back around the corner.

She tried to find her voice to cry out. But she couldn’t push any words past her lips. “HELP ME!” her mind screamed. “COME BACK! I’M YOU! DON’T LET THEM HANG ME!”

Her eyes bugged out as her tongue poked out past her lips. She lost the ability to struggle when she was no longer able to feel her legs anymore. She finally hung limp and lifeless.

Her arms hung at her sides as she softly swayed back and forth. The rope creaked from her weight. Then her bladder released as consciousness faded away.

A few moments later her exact same likeness rounded the corner, saw her hanging there…

and then fainted dead away…

EPILOGUE

She was found hanging right here,” the female tour guide explained, pointing up at the sign protruding out of the storefront of Whip-Ma-Whop-Ma-Gate. “Nobody knows how she got up there. It’s another one of those mysterious York stories that cannot be explained…”

She trailed off as she saw a reflection in the window. It was a reflection of that poor woman who’d been found hanged in this very spot several weeks ago. The tour guide looked at the window in shock… and then blinked her eyes.

The reflection was gone…

Uh… where was I?” she asked nervously, clearing her throat. “Oh yeah… moving on then…”

She herded the tourists off, only to pause when she heard a strange creaking sound from somewhere behind her. She turned around and looked up. That’s when she gasped in horror when she saw herself hanging limp from a noose.

She closed her eyes tight, unwilling to process what she’d just witnessed. Then she slowly opened them again.

Nothing was there…

She trembled as she rushed off after her tour group. Perhaps she’d had a bit too much to drink at the pub the night before…

2012; 2021 (written for “Zilpha” Feb 12 ’12; ed. Apr 20 ‘21 by riwa)

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Hanging a trio (graphic) 4.4 (47)

Three women were led naked into a room with a window. But it was the three chairs with the three noses dangling above them that made the frightened females gasp in alarm. “You’re going to HANG us??” the short-haired woman named Tatiana gasped in horror.

“Now that all depends on you,” a naked Leonardo chuckled, his cock semi-hard. “We might hang all three… or we might just hang only one of you.”

“That’s right,” an equally naked Andrea agreed cheerfully, his dick also hardening with anticipation. “Of course it also depends on who is willing to cooperate as to who will and won’t be hanged.”

“But you can’t hang us!” the redhead known as Nadia protested. “We work together; we’re coworkers!”

“That makes it even better,” Andrea chuckled. “You’ve resisted my advances thus far.” Then he looked at one of the nooses before adding, “You know? I think that makes it easier for me to vote in favor of hanging you.”

“NO!” she gasped in alarm. “Andrea, I’ll do anything you want! I’ll be your girlfriend! I’ll even let you fuck me!”

“I’m going to do that anyway,” he said with a laugh. “Now let’s narrow the field down to two, shall we?”

He and Leonardo decided to bind both Nadia and Tatiana, tying their arms behind their backs. The horrified brunette named Emma nervously stood nearby, whimpering with fright. For the moment she decided it would probably be better not to run. Otherwise, they might catch her and hang her on the spot.

“Now who shall we hang first?” Andrea wanted to know, smiling wickedly at all three of them.

“That’s easy,” Leonardo replied with a sinister grin. “Who do you want to hang?”

“You’re right,” Andrea replied with a smile. “It’s an easy decision after all. Up onto the chair, Nadia.”

His coworker was horrified. She cried out in alarm as she was pushed up onto the chair. Then the noose was looped around her neck.

She stood trembling as tears streamed down her cheeks. She struggled to catch her breath as she gasped, “Don’t do this to me! We’re coworkers! We’re supposed to be friends!”

“But I’m turned on thinking about hanging you,” he admitted with a chuckle. “It’s a fantasy I’ve harbored for a long time. Now I get to do it for real.”

“No! Please don’t hang me!”

In the meantime Leonardo decided Tatiana didn’t have enough to do. “On your knees, bitch!” he demanded. “Suck my cock while she hangs!”

Tatiana dutifully did as she was commanded. After all, she was thankful it was not her neck going into the noose. She quickly knelt before obediently taking Leonardo’s member into her mouth.

She started sucking enthusiastically as Nadia stood shivering upon the chair, whimpering in terror. Emma stood nearby, shocked over what she was about to witness. Oddly, she found herself becoming perversely aroused despite their fearful predicament.

“I’ve been looking forward to this for a long time. Now you can hang for me!” That’s when Andrea pulled the chair away.

Nadia dropped a few inches until the noose snugged up tight around her throat. That’s when she began to choke and gasp. Her legs kicked wildly as she struggled to breathe.

“Now that is exciting to watch,” Leonardo admitted. “That makes me even harder. Suck my cock, bitch!”

Tatiana took him deeper into her mouth. She was grateful she did not have to witness Nadia’s hanging. She focused solely on the dick in front of her, struggling to ignore the rasps and grunts of a woman dangling from a noose.

Emma stood quiet, trying not to speak or even let out a whimper. She couldn’t believe what was happening! All she could do was try not to draw too much attention to herself.

Nadia’s struggles were shamefully arousing. Instinctively Emma lowered her hands to cover her crotch. She quivered from an embarrassing wetness, no doubt a part of the terror she felt.

“She’s slowing down, my friend,” Leonardo observed. “I can see how hard you’ve become. Perhaps you should do something about that.” Then he smiled as he cruelly reminded Tatiana, “Keep sucking, bitch!”

“I’ll do something about it,” Andrea replied. “Right now I’m enjoying her suffering as she strangles to death.”

He reached out to caress the ass of his coworker. Nadia rasped and gurgled as she struggled to pull air down her constricted windpipe. Her face turned a disturbing shade of red from lack of oxygen to the brain.

“Keep sucking, Tatiana,” Leonardo told the girl on her knees. “You can do better than that. I suggest you act like you’re enjoying it, especially if you don’t want to end up like Nadia there.”

“I just love your cock,” she murmured in a trembling voice. Then she took it into her mouth again. She made loud, slurping sounds in order to drown out the sound of the woman suffering in the noose.

Emma stood there trembling. She could not believe what she was witnessing! One naked woman was on her knees sucking cock while another was being hanged right in front of her!

It was shamefully arousing. She needed a distraction from the fear and her embarrassment. So she carefully slipped a finger into her pussy, hoping no one would notice.

She was terribly horny. What if she shuddered with perverse pleasure? Emma hoped the slurping sounds from Tatiana, along with the rasps for breath from Nadia, would be loud enough to hide any kind of orgasm she might endure. She sure hoped neither guy would look in her direction.

All of the sudden there was the sound of liquid hitting the floor. Nadia had gone limp and was pissing herself. It was enough to cause Leonardo to spurt his seed into Tatiana’s mouth.

Nadia was almost gone. Leonardo and Andrea watched closely to detect any remaining signs of life. Her chest quivered as her lungs struggled to pull in just a single breath.

Andrea suddenly brought the chair back over. He assisted in helping Nadia stand upon it. Then he loosened the noose enough for her to gasp for breath before helping her down.

She struggled to compose herself. He smiled as he told her, “Get your breath back. Then I’m going to hang you again.”

He chuckled as she stared at him in utter horror. She couldn’t believe he was going to put her through that all over again! Leonardo chuckled as he told him, “You are a cruel bastard, my friend! I love it! What a great idea! It will be fun to hang her twice!”

He looked down at Tatiana before turning to look at Emma. “Ok. Which of you two bitches is next?” Both women whimpered in alarm, terrified they were about to suffer the same agony poor Nadia had just experienced.

He grabbed Emma and quickly bound her wrists behind her back. Then he looked back and forth between her and Tatiana. “I can’t decide,” he admitted to Andrea. “Which bitch do you think we should hang next?”

“Hmm,” Andrea mused thoughtfully.

Both women squirmed with growing dread. Andrea enjoyed seeing the horrified expressions on their faces, wondering who might be dangling next. Then he made his decision.

“Did she give you a good blowjob?”

“Not really.”

“Then I think you should hang the bitch.,” he said with a cruel laugh.

“NO!” Tatiana gasped in horror. “I just gave you a blowjob! Don’t hang me! Hang her instead!” She even nodded her head at a shocked Emma who trembled with fear.

“Step up onto the chair, bitch!” Leonardo said as he pointed at the furniture. “Time for you to hang!”

“NO!” she cried out. Andrea just grabbed her wrists, forcing her to step up onto the chair.

Nadia couldn’t help watching with sadness in her face, knowing how much it had hurt dangling from the noose. But she was grateful she’d been taken down. ‘Better you than me,’ she thought bitterly, relieved to be free of the noose from around her neck.

Tatiana was forced to stand upon the middle chair. She quivered with fear, looking at either woman standing below her. She pleaded with them with her eyes… “SOMEBODY, DO SOMETHING!” But they were powerless to help her.

The chair was suddenly pulled out from underneath her. That’s when her legs went flying.

Leonardo quickly pulled over another chair. He made Nadia sit in it. “You’re not done strangling, bitch!” he laughed before grabbing some rope and looped it around the horrified woman’s neck. Now it’s my turn to have some fun.

Nadia started to strangle as Tatiana’s legs flew by on either side of the chair. Andrea forced Emma into a kneeling position. “Eat her cunt, bitch!” he demanded as he thrust his erection into her from behind.

Emma grunted as she was brutally fucked. Her tongue dutifully lashed out to lap up Nadia’s flowing juices. It was her only hope of avoiding getting a rope around her throat, something she feared was going to happen to her anyway.

Nadia gawked and gurgled as she was brutally strangled. What really scared her was when Tatiana’s struggles lessened. It wasn’t long until the woman’s legs dangled limp on either side of her.

As the poor woman gawked and gurgled while strangling to death, Nadia got a whiff of bowel. Tatiana had actually farted! Nadia would be right in the way if the poor bitch were to lose control of her bodily functions!

Tatiana’s bladder finally gave out. Piss started to dribble onto Nadia’s tits. “Make her drink it,” Andrea said with a laugh.

Leonardo pulled on Tatiana’s legs. He carefully aimed until piss streamed down onto Nadia’s face and into her mouth. Both men laughed as urine splattered onto the bitch, humiliating her even more.

Poor Nadia’s bladder suddenly gave out as she choked and shuddered. Emma got a mouthful of piss. She was forced to continue licking her out anyway, her body rocking as Andrea fucked her hard.

Both men laughed again. Andrea finally went off inside Emma’s throbbing cunt. He ended up leaving his seed deep inside her.

They quickly released Nadia. Then they put the chair back under Tatiana, allowing her to stand and catch her breath before letting her down. “Who’s left?” Leonardo asked.

Both men smiled, already knowing the answer. “Why, I guess it must be Emma!” Andrea said with a laugh. Emma whimpered with growing terror as she was forced to stand upon the middle chair recently vacated, her body trembling noticeably.

Andrea sat on the chair to her left, pulling Nadia down onto her knees. “You said you’d do anything; isn’t that right? So let’s start with some cock-sucking!”

She whimpered as she took him into her mouth, struggling with her wrists tied behind her back. She was frightened out of her wits. But she was willing to do anything so long as she wouldn’t have to feel that damned noose around her neck anymore.

Leonardo took up the chair on Emma’s right. “Let’s find out what your cunt feels like, bitch!” he told Tatiana as he sat down. Then he pulled the horrified woman down into his lap, impaling her womanhood with his dick.

Tatiana grunted and whimpered as she rode Leonardo’s cock. On the other side of the hanged woman, Nadia grunted as her throat was fucked by Andrea’s cock. Poor Emma stood trembling upon the chair, her chest heaving as she whimpered with fright. Maybe they would forget and choose not to hang her after all.

“Aren’t we forgetting someone?” Leonardo asked with a laugh. “Emma is missing all the fun.”

“Then let’s hang the bitch!” Andrea laughed, reaching over to push the chair over.

Emma let out a cry of horror. Her cry was cut off as the chair tumbled out from underneath her. The noose caught her weight, tightening ominously around her throat.

Her toes fluttered for solid footing that was no longer there. In growing panic she kicked a little harder. That set her to softly swinging back and forth.

She rasped for breath, her eyes pleading to be let back down. But the sadistic animals in their chairs weren’t the least bit interested. They simply watched her as though ignoring the two naked woman servicing their erections.

Emma kicked harder. Her legs began to fly every which way. She rasped and gurgled as it became harder and harder to pull a breath down her closing windpipe.

She tried to scream. But she couldn’t force any words past her constricted throat. The only sounds in the room were the creaking of her noose, a woman grunting from being fucked in her cunt, and another gagging on a dick in her mouth.

Emma’s mind screamed as her gyrations began to slow down. The two men watched appreciatively as her struggles lessened, her body softly swaying back and forth. Her heart pounded in her chest, her legs fluttering as though there was still some life left in her.

“Now that is one hanged bitch!” Andrea gasped with delight. He enjoyed watching Emma’s ragged gasps for breath as her body quivered.

Leonardo observed, “Her nipples are hard, my friend. I think she’s actually enjoying herself!”

“I know I sure am.” Andrea sighed with pleasure as Nadia’s lips suctioned his throbbing cock.

“Sometimes these bitches cum in the noose,” Leonardo observed. “Take a look! I think she’s having an orgasm right now!”

Emma’s eyes rolled as her body quivered. Her knees reflexively jerk upward. Then she hung limp, her tongue protruding.

“Take a good look at her, bitch!” Leonardo laughed, making Tatiana look over at the dangling woman. “You’re going to hang with her before this night is over. We’re going to hang all three of you!” Then he began fucking her harder, impaling her deep with his cock. Tatiana grunted and groaned as she whimpered with fright.

“I’ve got an idea!” Andrea chuckled. He pulled out of Nadia’s mouth and stood up, stepping over to the dangling woman. Then he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up.

Her eyes flickered as fresh air made it down her throat. It caused her to cough and gasp. Then Andrea slowly lowered her back down, allowing the noose to take her full weight yet again.

Her feet fluttered as he sat back down and proceeded to fuck Nadia’s face some more. Emma gasped and gurgled, strangling all over again. It was horrifying and humiliating.

It wasn’t long until her body got tired again. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she gently swung back and forth. All she could do was hope for a mercifully quick death.

“Hey; she’s pissing herself!” Leonardo observed as urine splattered upon the floor. A moment later there was the sound of farting. Then her bowels gave way as a shit came out of her and hit the floor.

“She’s almost gone,” Andrea gasped excitedly.

Before she could fully pass out, he stood up and gently let her down until she was standing on the floor in her own piss. Her breathing was labored as she coughed and sputtered. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she struggled to get her breath back.

“Let’s have some fun with these bitches!” Leonardo suggested with a wicked chuckle.

He made Tatiana kneel behind Emma, telling her to “Lick her ass, bitch!” Andrea made Nadia kneel, telling her, “Lick her cunt, bitch!” Both women sobbed as they did as they were told. Poor Emma writhed and whimpered as a pair of tongues attacked her holes.

Next Leonardo brought the two extra nooses down. Andrea quickly caught on to what he was doing, his cock getting hard again. Both men noosed both kneeling women, making them cry out in alarm.

Emma was suddenly taken back up off the ground. She gasped and gurgled as she started to hang once again. A moment later Leonardo lifted Tatiana’s legs, making the noose strangle her.

“I’m fucking her ass!” he called out as the poor thing started gasping and gurgling. Andrea lifted Nadia as well. He drove his cock up her ass, causing all three women to strangle together in an erotic scene of noosed perversion.

Emma was humiliated beyond belief. She was conscious enough to feel a shameful orgasm coming her way. She tried to sob, but her breath was all but cut off.

Two tongues penetrated her holes, causing her to groan and tremble. She could barely get a sliver or air town her throat. Tatiana and Nadia gasped and grunted as their asses were gleefully pounded by Leonardo and Andrea.

Emma didn’t have the strength to fight, and she hung limp. Nadia’s tongue kept licking her button until she couldn’t hold it back anymore. It flushed hotly through her body, a massive orgasm that took Emma’s breath away as well as her remaining strength.

She shuddered weakly, her eyes rolling. Then her bladder gave way as she pissed herself again. Nadia got a face full of urine, much of it spilling into her mouth as she gawked and gurgled, desperately trying to pull air into her lungs.

Tatiana stuck her tongue out, wrinkling her face in agony. She was still hoping her obedience might result in her life being spared. Then Emma farted.

She got it in her face along with more shit that came trickling out. Tatiana was humiliated beyond belief!

All three women gawked and gurgled until they hardly struggled anymore. Emma barely moved as both Tatiana and Nadia’s faces were pushed against her. Neither woman had the strength to lick anymore; all three were nearly gone.

“Time!” Andrea called out.

He and Leonardo eased their bitches down before pushing Emma out of the way. Then both bitches were pushed against each other face to face. As they strangled in their nooses, they could taste the shit and piss upon each other’s faces.

Both men laughed, enjoying the erotic display. Then they noticed all three were barely breathing. They quickly lowered the two women onto their knees before lowering Emma to the floor to join them.

All three breathed shallow. At least they were still alive. “Ok, bitches!” Andrea said with a smile. “Fun’s over! It’s time for the grand finale!”

“Please!” Nadia panted, her eyes wet with tears. “Please don’t hang us!”

“But that’s why I brought you here!” Andrea told her. “I’ve always wanted to hang you! I just made sure we brought these other two along so you wouldn’t die alone!”

The three women whimpered as they were stood side by side. All three were noosed up. Their bodies trembled as their nipples hardened from the terror to come.

“Emma first!” Leonardo said with a laugh. “After all, she’s already pissed and shit herself. She’ll probably go quickly.”

Emma whimpered in alarm, crying out for them not to do it. A moment later Andrea pulled on the rope. It lifted her up into the air.

He quickly tied it off, watching appreciatively. Once more she did her air-dance, legs flying everywhere. “She shouldn’t dance alone, don’t you think?” Leonardo observed thoughtfully.

“I agree,” Andrea replied.

Both men grabbed the other two ropes. They pulled both Tatiana and Nadia up into air before tying off the ropes. All three women swung and kicked together, their grunts and choked gasps for breath filling the room as their bodies bumped into each other.

Leonardo and Andrea sat down upon the chairs, their cocks hard as the three females jerked and kicked while bouncing off each other. The two men stroked themselves as they watched the cruel spectacle. This time they had no intention of letting anyone down. They would hang to the bitter end.

After much kicking, the trio of bitches became exhausted, gently swaying back and forth. Emma’s face was purple from having been hanged over and over again. She was all pissed out, her bladder empty as her chest barely rose and fell from each limited attempt to breathe.

A stream of urine suddenly emerged out of Nadia, splattering upon the floor. Tatiana was quick to join her, adding her pee to the growing puddle. All three women rasped and grunted in breathless agony, their bodies twitching and spasming.

Next was the sound of farting as a shit slipped out of Nadia’s ass and fell to the ground. Tatiana was next, the poor woman taking a shit as she hung limp and lifeless, unable to control her bowels. Leonardo and Andrea watched happily, their hard cocks saluting such an erotic display.

There was silence in the room as the trio of bitches hung silent, having given their all for the entertainment of Leonardo and Andrea. Then it was time to take them down. “Let’s stack them, my friend.” Andrea suggested. “The bitch Nadia should go first.”

Andrea’s coworker was cut down and splayed out upon a table on her back, her legs hanging off ether side. “The bitch’s cunt looks like it needs to be eaten again,” Leonardo observed with a chuckle. “I think Tatiana is hungry for some twat-juice. Let’s put her on top.”

Both men laughed as the short-haired woman was cut down. She was placed on top of Nadia in a lewd 69 position, making it look like both bitches were eating each other out. “She definitely looks hungry,” Andrea said with a laugh, forcing Tatiana’s face into Nadia’s wet cunt.

“Last one,” Leonardo said as he cut Emma down. She was placed cross-wise on top of the other two. Her full breasts pointed skyward, her wet cunt exposed.

Leonardo admired the pile as Andrea stood with his fists on his hips. “A nice looking trio of dead bitches,” Andrea observed. “I think Nadia makes a better corpse than she would have been as a lover. She was such a bitch at work.” Leonardo laughed in agreement.

Leonardo looked closer. “I think Emma wants to help,” he observed with a chuckle.

Emma’s left arm was all splayed out. Interestingly her hand lay upon Nadia’s face. “She is acting like their lover!” Leonardo laughed.

“You should see this side!” Andrea added with laughter. “She is helping force Tatiana to eat Nadia’s dead cunt!” Both men laughed at that.

“Emma looks like she is turned on,” Leonardo chuckled. “See her eyes? See how her tongue hangs out? I think she loves this position best… lying on top of her two dead bitch friends.”

“We must give them a proper send-off,” Andrea observed.

“Agreed!” Leonardo replied.

Both men began stroking themselves, getting their cocks hard. When they were ready they spurted their seed all over the bodies. To complete the scene, both men pissed all over the three dead bitches. Then they got dressed and left, congratulating themselves on such a fine evening’s entertainment…

2011; 2021 (written for Andrea Dec 23 ’11; ed. Jan 25 ‘21 by riwa. Renders provided by Andrea from a creator he asked to make them. Sadly, I forget the creator’s name.)

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